Halloween On Military Street

Halloween On Military Street Lyrics

Fuck damnit, another halloweenPeople on military know what this meansHouses on fire, their blowin up carsCreatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy barsWent to trick or treat the first house on my blockSpit in my face and gave me a rockI tried to give it back and said I’ll take nothing insteadTurned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the headWalked to the next house directly next doorAnd there I found an old lady dead on the floorI said excuse me miss, but do you have a treat? She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead featI ran to the next house happy and giddyThere I seen a fat woman holding up her tittyI said trick or treat she said treat or trickAnd squeezed on her titty until it fucken.....its to sickThe next house I was at back in the woodsI was a little frightened but fuck I want the goodsI knocked on the door, I heard a knock backAnd then I heard come in and yo I’m like, fuck that!This house belongs to ms. cherryspoonShe said drop your drawers your treat is commin soonI quickly grew a stiffy but kept my eye’s shutA hand came out the mail shoot and flicked me in the nutsI wobbled to the next house ready for the worstAnd chillen in the drive was a long black hearseI rung the door-bell and said is anybody home? Of course little boy have a sugar coated kidney stoneI walked in the field and to the next cribIt’s friendly mrs. witherbee in her cooking bibI said how bout some candy? She said how bout instead,A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread? My bag became heavy so I rest on the curbAnd riding on his bike, here comes little larry shurdI snuk up behind him, and kicked ’em off his seatI punched ’em in the neck and power bombed ’em in the streetNow my sack of candy has doubled in sizeUp to the next house for my scary prizeI’m like trick or treat, trick, treat, ticky, dinkHe opened up the door slapped my lips and didn’t give me shitRocks through his window and ran across the streetTo the big mantionI’m in for a treatI dinged on the dong, and here comes the butlerA big gumpy, tall ass lurch lookin muther fuckerI said hello mr. is there somethin for my sack? He reached into his pocket but I think he hurt his backIt’s taken him an hour, my bag is open readyBut then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fucken pennyThe next house is abandoned so forget itBut wait a minuteI think somebody’s livin in itI ran up to the porchTrick or treat you can’t hideIt was a crackhead he crawled in my bag and diedThe next house was mine, the last on the blockMy mothers sitting on the porch shining up her glockI climbed on the roof with my brother jump steadyAnd we yelledHappy halloween and clown love to the whole cityFuck damnit, another halloweenPeople on military know what this meansHouses on fire, they’re blowin up carsCreatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars